Sometimes sisterly relationships can be contentious, but as our dear captain Chadara discovered, that doesn't always mean you shouldn't listen to what they have to say.
Town Captain Mother Superior Chadri Dhi’Chadra,
I have received your “help” and wish to express my gratitude. Truly, how can I thank you enough for such staunch belief in my ability and mission? So much so, that you enlisted the aid of outsiders and elves to ensure it come to full fruition.
I will make the most of this deepest, most heartfelt gift of confidence and vision for the future you saw fit to allow me. Surely, it was intended to help me fulfill my fullest potential by dint of my sister’s unsolicited input. I can not thank you enough, except to pursue my newfound destiny with the knowledge that my gratitude will be insufficient for the magnificent boon, you have seen fit to bestow.
Best to father.
Chadara, second daughter of Chadra and Joli.
I couldn’t help but read your letter with a certain level of tone. Firstly, I’m not a Superior, secondly, I’m your sister, there’s no need for titles.
As for the other thing, I only want to help you achieve whatever life has in store for you, and seek only to grant you wisdom beyond our mother’s worst lessons. You can only be as strong as your friends and allies. And, as I heard from your associate, you seem insistent to throw yourselves at dragons, as our mother did. I felt another arm, shield, and healing hand would be most beneficial to your pursuit.
I meant no slight or insult, and would ask that you see it as such, but I never could dictate how you receive my intentions. Only beg that you not be so foolish as to reject them outright. The world is dangerous business, and despite your training, you may not be as well equipped to face all of it at once, as would be your wont.
Please be careful. And please do not believe, unquestioned, such wisdom as: Dragons are stupid and easy to kill. I speak from some experience, as should you by now.
Postscript, she seems nice, and cute. Just be careful, our line is not always good in affairs of the heart. Our own or others.
Her Eminent Worshipfullness Chadri, First of Her Name,
Of course you know best what my unit needed.
Our newest member is certainly an asset and is already proving her value. Especially in her resentment at taking any orders and her depth of experience as a fuc--as a mercenary. Just what every Captain could want!
And thank you for your advice on how best to pursue and maintain our family legacy. Something else you are expert in. I welcome a detailed list of how I can better maintain my hair and wipe my ass, if you should find the time to gift me further wisdom. And please, if you have any advice on how to deal with dragons cultists, I’d love to hear it.
And I don’t even understand your last message enough to respond? Who’s cute? The elf? What does that have to do with anything? Who’s heart? If you insist on continuing to meddle, at least make sense.
Chad’a, Your helpless baby sister who would be lost without you
Look you unbelievable brat,
You are fighting Gods Damned dragons! They are dangerous and all of them know our name thanks to your mother's insistence she be the most famous dragon fucker on the Sword Coast! And despite her bragging it took armies to stop the tyranny of Tiamat! Armies, Chad’a! Plural!
So wipe her foolish boasts from your empty head and be careful! And stop telling people your name!
Accept the help, Lady Anfrya is a capable champion by all accounts regardless of what you think of her military “pedigree”. And I could speak long on the usefulness of paladins. Stay close and look out for each other. They aren’t your “unit”, you meathead, they’re your allies and friends. And they will save your life if you’ll let them.
Look, of course I want you to succeed in whatever life threatening endeavor you insist on doing. I just want my sister to be safe, okay. Can you allow me a little meddling? Please?
I know you have much to blame me for, but I would like to see things better between us.
As for whom I was speaking of, the little redhead, August or something, you know I’m not good with names. Forgive my presumption, she seems like just the type of girl you spend a lot of effort pretending you’re not trying to impress. Like, whatshername, the Banniger girl. Anyway, she was certainly very protective of you. Something to consider, if I jumped the trigger.
Postscript: Are you asking about dragon cultists, seriously? While I have no direct experience with their particular zealotry, I have no small experience with cults. I do not recommend engaging in their madness.
Dearest Meddling Cow,
I don’t need you to tell me dragons are dangerous. Or to try and diminish mother’s accomplishments for the attempt. I know you think you’re hot shit now that your name is under hers at the Portal, but it is UNDER hers. Your cults or whatever threatened a valley, Tiamat threatened the Realms. Plural, Chad’i. Mom wouldn’t lie to me.
The paladin is fine, she pulls her weight enough to compensate for her unfortunate personality, unlike some. That’s not the point. Did it even occur to you that I had my own people to pull in? And of course they’ll save my life, and I, theirs. That’s the purpose of a unit. It is stronger than mere allies and friends, not that I’d expect you to know anything about that. I’m sure they don’t teach that in God college between scolding and meddling.
Why are you even bringing up Tuppy Banniger? That was ages ago, we were just kids. I don’t play those kinds of children's games anymore, regardless of what our father drunkenly slurs at you about me. Neither does she, I’m sure, as she was married the second she took her braids out. AUTUMN is a trusted colleague and capable fighter. That’s all. If she seemed protective of me, I’m sure it’s just because you’re a bitch.
And you’re damn right I have much to blame you for. But that’s over now, and I’m tired of having to be thankful for the chance to reclaim my life you did your best to ruin. I’m free for now, that’s all that matters.
Things would be fine between us if you’d just let me be and kept your nose out of my business. I don’t tell you how to preach, and I don’t need you to tell me how to kick ass and look good doing it.
Postscript: speak of which, have you heard from Mother, I have some things I could ask her.
First of all, the Elemental Princes also threatened Realms… you know what? I’m not even getting into it. I don’t care. I didn’t even want my name on that stupid wall. I’m never going to Waterdeep anyway.
Your mother lied to you all the time, Chad’a. The only thing she loves more than… well, you, is a gullible audience.
Thousands were present for the fall of Tiamat. Hundreds gave their lives who never appear in your mother’s retellings of her thrilling victory. Including Lady Ushien’s lover, Alanna, who made it possible for your mother to even approach Her. And while yes, your--our--mother was heroically stup--brave in confronting the actual Queen of Dragons, she wasn’t the banishing blow, Lyta was. Yes, “Aunt” Lyta defeated Tiamat. Your mother’s new wife by the by. Which I suppose brings us to this next part.
Oh, Chad’a, the damage this family has done to you. I wish you would spare a fraction of the blame for our mother as you put on myself and father--Who is sober by the way, if not by choice. After I received your last letter we had a little talk where he was not able to occlude the truth. And I am so sorry, Chad’a, it was so much worse than I could have thought for you. In my defense, I thought you would have refused to return and we would both be free. I severely underestimated your sense of duty and I couldn't be sorrier. But this isn’t about me.
There is nothing wrong with you, Chad’a. Something our mother should’ve told you ages ago. It is completely okay to feel the way you do about girls. It is not a children’s game or whatever other hateful nonsense our father spat at you in his zealotous desire for grandchildren and targetless rage at our mother for leaving him--for a woman.
You are not a child, or a slut, or an aberration, or any of that. You just like girls, Chad’a. It’s nothing to feel shame for. Everybody knows it. And everybody is fine with that. Well, father will be if I just agree to have babies, which, no thank you, I think our name has done enough damage to this world. But maybe someday.
Love who you want, Chad’a. Life’s too short.
Postscript, how did you not figure that out in the army? I would’ve thought it would be non-stop girl kissing up there. It certainly was in Goldenfields, my word. I could write a book.
Postscript: Find Leeta. Send Leeta.
Written by Marty